Текст Melvins – Suicide In Progress

There’s a little animal, way up in the air
My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it’s not there
There’s a little man now, in the middle of the earth
He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned

There’s a meal there’s a window, there’s a face that you can’t see
You can keep what you’ve stolen, just give it back to me
I vow to taste my vengeance, even if they dare
Maybe his time is coming, and maybe he’s better off